Against a blinding sun ten wings tilt forward, preparing for ignition. We pretend that each of us feels the adrenaline of that momentum at exactly the same time. Small tears form in ten eyes, but don't fall. For now, they just make everything blurry.
Starting right now, a part of us won't do anything but count seconds until we are reunited. My name is Steve. I'm in my late thirties, married with kids, run my own business, and a typical guy. I really liked to party. I met my beautiful wife, Loni, through the bdsm scene and we were active swingers until we settled down to have kids.
We've shared a lot, but as far as women go she is everything I want.
She is 5'2", dark brown skin her parents were Indian , DD breasts and a nice curvy ass to match. One day I'd like to tell some stories ….
Christiana is desperate for something new and different—but you should always be careful what you wish for. I continued to let my tongue delve deep into her pussy, flickering rapidly, caressing her inner womanhood. They were on the bed, naked, making love. Leigh was in ecstasy, approaching orgasm, thrashing her head from side to side, her thick black hair flying. I peered around the corner into the spare bedroom. I had hidden under the duvet for too long.
On the beach. In a boat. You get the picture. Receiving raving emails from fans is a dream come true, and receiving money in the bank that keeps arriving month after month without having to so much as lift a finger feels freaking fantastic, believe me. When Roxy started writing erotica, she wrote it for her husband as a private way of adding a little zing to their own sex life. Little over a year later she absolutely staggered to discover that the stories had received nearly 3 million completely organic post views, with no publicity or advertising at all.
Women said they were more turned on than they had been for years, couples said that their sex lives were drastically improved, and men were both horny and delighted to have an insight into the sexual experience from a female viewpoint.
Roxy was so encouraged that she decided to write more stories and start selling them. She was thrilled and delighted when they started to sell as was her husband! Now Roxy has decided to share her story and her passion, to help others to follow her steps and achieve the same success.
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A bored twenty-one year old girl goes on a free holiday with her parents to an idyllic tropical island in the Indian Ocean. She accepts a babysitting job from a wealthy couple in order to earn some money to party. The enchanting pair soon arouse her interests… and maybe much more.
Feeling frustrated, she lets her curiosity get the better of her and uncovers a saucy secret about the glamorous older pair. What the inexperienced teen discovers leads to an experience that surprises and delights her. The burning sun, screaming kids, and loud music were all conspiring against me. My thumping head had zero chance of recovering in these conditions.
The pool was positively buzzing. Sweaty bodies displaying far more flesh than my queasy tummy cared to see were jammed together on sun loungers and towels, faithfully worshipping that ball of yellow light. Smaller bodies jumped and splashed in the water, probably pissing in there for all I knew. What was fun about this? Every Friday night she leaves her identity as mother and wife at home with the babysitter and prowls the night city, bringing her fantasies to life.
From a lone guy in a car at a drive in movie, to a motorcyslist in leathers, she follows the pangs of lust and chooses her prey, then seduces them, before returning home to her husband. With her newly piqued instatiable sex drive, he certainly has no complaints. On this particular night, she enters a hotel bar, waiting to see who her lover for the night might be. I step out into the cool evening and take a deep breath of crisp autumn air, wrapping my faux fur coat tighter around me.
Closing the front door behind me, and with it my children, safely curled up on the sofa watching a film with a big bowl of popcorn and their favourite babysitter, a smile spreads across my face. I feel myself transitioning from mummy to wild woman, the domesticity of my week blowing away in the gentle breeze. A black cat slinks across the path, disappearing into the shadows, ready for a night of roaming, prowling, running free. Feeling a sense of kinship with the feline creature so driven by her senses and desires, my smile widens.
Closing the iron gate behind me, I look around for a moment and take in the night, feeling myself coming alive with the magic in the air.